Personal Narrative: Middle School Basketball

It all began on November 3, 2015 during my first middle school basketball tournament. The grey brick walls of the gymnasium looking more like a prison than a school. The school’s “Lincoln Park Elementary School” sign had graffiti and missed a couple letters from the name. The court was terribly small, but we began by playing the superb team of Jam on It. We were blown out and I headed back up to my mom and dad in the parent filled stands. The game wasn’t even fun to play and we looked like third graders playing them. I looked up to my parents as sad as could be.

team The Mass Commanders, I had a couple friends on the team from my high school

If someone told me something terrible would happen to me during basketball practice on that cold November night, I never would’ve believed them.

was 9 years old and 4th grade had just started which meant that my first official year of basketball was around the corner and everything had to be perfect. I would wake up in the mornings before school and I would go shoot come home after school and shoot again, it was the most practice I had ever done, in one thing, in my entire life. The first practice started in October and I was so overly excited I grabbed a ball and started my routine 5 lay-ups and 10 free throws. I knew my coach better than anyone, He was my father, so when he blew the whistle, I ran to the line and prepared for up and down sprints. We only ran for about 15 minutes, but it felt like days the way he ran us giving us only a few water breaks The entire team was wheezing and we were barely a quarter way through practice. I hear my Dad yell lay-up lines and I get excited because this is something if practiced so hard

My heart was beating 1,000 beats a minute,I was so frantic I didn’t know what to do with myself. I didn’t know anything about volleyball yet I still tried out. What was I thinking I knew I couldn’t do it but I still walked into that gym! It was the first day of tryouts and as soon as I got there I saw all these girls that knew a thing or two about volleyball . I suddenly got even more anxious and I felt like running out of that gym and forgetting this ever happened,but it was too late the coach yelled out “MARYLIN! Come here it’s your turn”. I walked up to them each step feeling heavier and heavier.soon The coaches were giving me instructions and I never knew what one word meant. “SPIKE IT!” The coach said aloud as I held the ball.BAM the

I fell deeply in love with the game of basketball when I was living in Springfield, Illinois. Starting back in fourth grade I used to be outside playing a game called knockout it was always so fun I always enjoyed it. From the beginning I always played it just because I enjoyed it but as time went by I begin to fiend to play the game it became my lifestyle. I remember in 6th grade at Grant middle school I tried out for basketball and we were playing the eighth graders I had I had about 10 points and I hit a buzzer beater 3 in someone’s face. That is probably my one of the first great things I did with basketball. But then we moved to Anna, Texas and I couldn’t play because they don’t have a 6th grade team. Even then I still played around I

A time that was challenging for me would be the time when my team won a basketball game because of a foul that the referee didn’t call. This caused me to realize something about people. The majority of people suck quite a bit. Even in basketball.

When I was little I was always holding a ball. And I would ether try to catch or shoot or throw the ball . And I always loved basketball so then my mom gave me a little basketball hoop and I would sit there for hours a day shooting .And when I was old enough to play on my own basketball team I got signed up so I could play. That game I was not that good so I practiced every day. The next game i scored 12 times and my team won. Every saturday for a couple of weeks I would play one to two games a day.

Growing up, all I looked forward to was playing sports all the way throughout high school. I played basketball, volleyball, and softball in the rec league. It was my favorite thing to do, I loved being active. I was on a traveling basketball team in 5th-6th grade which was a transition from leaving rec sports to traveling with my friends, and competing against competitive teams from different towns.

Have you ever had an interest in Basketball? If not maybe the book How Basketball Works can give you basics of Basketball and fundamentals so you yourself can play Basketball.

Have you ever ever had something you wanted to do so bad? But your really scared to do it. Well the day I tried out for basketball it scared the crap out of me. I was very nervous we did stuff I never in my life did before. I never knew to be scared to play basketball but with a coach looking at you its creepy and just scary.

It is something that every basketball player dreams of doing, and it finally happened to me last year, but before I tell you the full story, I need to tell you the background. We had just beat a team by 28 to put us in the semifinals. We had to play at the Wolves court for the game, which is in Plano, and I am as nervous as can be for the game.

My friends and I were playing basketball and I went up for a lay-up and I landed on my leg wrong and rolled my ankle. I wasn’t looking forward to my expectations, since I knew they were going to be harsh. I experienced the brutal side of my expectations.

It was a Saturday morning and I had a basketball game at ten o’ clock. I got dressed and prepared for the game. My breakfast consisted of frosted flakes. It was nine fifteen and I had to be at my game thirty minutes early. We rushed out the door and were in the car. My brother, who was in the car, had a tennis tournament today after my basketball game. My mom, who driving the car, asked me to make sure I had everything. I responded saying that I had everything. A few seconds after my response I realised I had forgotten my water bottle. There was no way I going back or I’d be late.

An experience I had was when I perfected the art of basketball. It wasn’t easy I went through many struggles in my life for years I could never beat anyone in basketball, it was like trying to break free with chains holding you back. I always thought I was the best but it changed. I was crippled by my brother. I said to my brother “Hey bro, I bet you can’t beat me in a beat me in basketball 1 versus 1! I’M A KING, A GOD IN BASKETBALL!” My brother Joshua replied with no hesitation “Okay if you think you are that good.” When we arrived at the park it was filled with people but one court was open, it was like it was made for us to battle. Our friends were waiting just for us, one of my friends Allen said “you guys going to battle?” I nodded. When we finally battle it quickly finished and I was disappointed, I thought to myself “I tried everything from three pointers to crossovers but still got demolished.”